AUTISM: THE MILLENNIAL DISORDER
I’ve always thought my son was of above average intelligence. Perhaps every mother does? From an early age he showed a keen interest in numbers, letters, geometric shapes, and patterns. I marvelled at the focus he displayed in assembling elaborate constructions of toy cars and blocks. For hours he could happily amuse himself with little intervention from me. He was a tired-overworked-single-mother’s dream child. I thought he might grow up to be an engineer.